Sardar ka Accident Hua, Hosh Anay Pe Police Ne Pucha:Jis Car Nay Aap ko Mara Us ka Rang Kya Tha
Sardar:Rang pata Nahin Pr Us Ko Jo Chala Rahi Thi
Us ki Shirt K Do Button Khuly Thy
Lal Rang Ki Bra Thi
Boobs 36 Size K Thy
Galay Me Sonay Ka Locket Tha
Hath Me Cigarette Thi
Aur Right breast Pay Til Tha
A heart of youthful year was yearning,
Crying out the pain; the burning
Tears would e’er remain until
An answer from the man would see them die.
A sympathetic mirror blessed her –
Softened up the curves, caressed her
Skin to help regain a calm –
Assuage a heaving breast and blushing eye.
And through a struggling mind, a chiming:
Someone at the door; the timing
Perfect and exquisite in the
Reconciliation of her woes.
Translation from hindi to english, “Khushi ke mare uski chaati phool gayi”.
Santa: Due to happiness, his chest became breast.
1 Lrki Ghr Ki Chat pe Khari thi,Or 1 Lrkay ko “BREAST” Hila k dikha Rahi Thi,
Lrkay Ne B Lun Nikala Or Hilane Laga,
Lrki Ghuse Main Neechay utri Or Boli Mera Matlab tha k Doodh Wala kb Aaye ga?
Lrka Bola To Mera B yehi Matlab tha k aj pakistan ka match hai doodh wale ka LUN ayega…*
Child Touching Mom’s Breast: ya kya hai?
Mom: Baloons hen.
Child: khala ka Baloons Barre Q hein.
Mom: tumne kab dekhey?
Jab abbu us me hawa bhar rhy thy.
The second most common form of cancer
Breast cancer is the second most common form of cancer among Pakistani women, (lung cancer is the first) affecting one of every nine women in the and accounting for 26% of all cancer in females. One-third of these cancers can be detected before the age of 50. If breast cancer is detected in its earliest stages, survival rate after treatment is nearly 100 percent.
A short thing
its get longer as u hold it
& pass between woman’s breast
& enters into a small hole
What is it?
Pathan: Hont choomne do.
Larki: Nahin lipstick uter jayegi.
Pathan: To phir Breast dabane do.
Larki: Doodh nikel jayega.
Pathan: Acha to phirwo karny do
larki: mensis mein hoon
pathan: ab ye na kehna k mujhe dast bhi hain.
With this, he breaketh from the sweet embrace
Of those fair arms which bound him to her breast,
And homeward through the dark land runs apace;
Leaves Love upon her back deeply distressed.
Look how a bright star shooteth from the sky,
So glides he in the night from Venus’ eye;
Girl = S.H.O se
Kal 1 admi ne Meri izat loot li
Pahle us ne
Meri sarhi utari
Phir blouse utara,phir brazier
Phir Mere mammay dabaey
Meri nipples ko choosa
Phir panty utari,phir 20 Minutes tak mujhy geela krta raha
Phir apna lun Meri choot mei rakh kr Maza leta raha 20 Minutes baad apna lun Meri gand k andar dala or phir jb farikh hony laga To Lun gand se nikala or sari Mony Meri breast pr daal di,
S.H.O= hun Ma
F.I.R likhan ya Muth Maran
Bivi Ne Kele Khaye Or Zor Zor Say Breast Hilane Lagi. Shohar Ne Poocha Ye Kia Kar Rai Ho? Bivi Sharma Kar Boli: Jee Mai Milk Shake Bana Rai Thi Munay K Liye.
Once Ghalib Saw A Big Breast Girl..
Ankhon Me Wahi Jaam Liye
Honton Pe Wahi Muskaan Liye..
Kahan Ja Rahi Ho Jane’Man
Seenay Pe Dairy Farm Liye.
“How like a jade he stood tied to the tree,
Servilely mastered with a leathern rein;
But when he saw his love, his youth’s fair fee,
He held such petty bondage in disdain,
Throwing the base thong from his bending crest,
Enfranchising his mouth, his back, his breast.